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intheheartTitle: No Fear
Rating: PG
Summary: Danny from ten to thirty.
Warnings: implied abuse.
Notes: none.
ten
Kids always knew more than anyone gave them credit for, and Danny wasn't any different. Something was wrong, desperately wrong, in her family. Just because she couldn't name it, that didn't mean she didn't know.
Michael knew too. Sometimes she wished he didn't, but most of the time she was too grateful she wasn't alone to quibble. At least he was there, to tell her she wasn't crazy and hold her hand and have her back, no matter what.
The rest of her family might be fucked up beyond belief, but at least she and Michael had each other.
twenty
Danny's out. Holy Jesus, she's out.
She can still barely believe it. She's on the bus heading for boot camp, the road washing away behind her, and she can hardly believe that she never has to go back. It's not like life's much different, after all.
She's still angry. It buzzes and boils under her skin, seeking an out, clawing at the inside of her head. She snaps at anything, throws a punch sooner than blows a kiss. Michael has all her love and Michael's gone, so what's left? Just her, and the anger.
She's out. Great. What now?
thirty
Usually, when Danny will visit Michael, she'll fly. Seattle will be far away, but the distance will collapse over planes and Skype, her lover and family only temporarily left. Still, this trip she will drive, speeding across the empty plains of Montana and the bumps of the Rockies.
She'll get out sometimes, to stretch her legs and gaze out across America. Her horizons will be so much broader, the throbbing pain in her head so much smaller. It will feel like she's expanded, diffused, become part of something enormous and complete.
She'll only drive once. It will be enough.
Rating: PG
Summary: Danny from ten to thirty.
Warnings: implied abuse.
Notes: none.
ten
Kids always knew more than anyone gave them credit for, and Danny wasn't any different. Something was wrong, desperately wrong, in her family. Just because she couldn't name it, that didn't mean she didn't know.
Michael knew too. Sometimes she wished he didn't, but most of the time she was too grateful she wasn't alone to quibble. At least he was there, to tell her she wasn't crazy and hold her hand and have her back, no matter what.
The rest of her family might be fucked up beyond belief, but at least she and Michael had each other.
twenty
Danny's out. Holy Jesus, she's out.
She can still barely believe it. She's on the bus heading for boot camp, the road washing away behind her, and she can hardly believe that she never has to go back. It's not like life's much different, after all.
She's still angry. It buzzes and boils under her skin, seeking an out, clawing at the inside of her head. She snaps at anything, throws a punch sooner than blows a kiss. Michael has all her love and Michael's gone, so what's left? Just her, and the anger.
She's out. Great. What now?
thirty
Usually, when Danny will visit Michael, she'll fly. Seattle will be far away, but the distance will collapse over planes and Skype, her lover and family only temporarily left. Still, this trip she will drive, speeding across the empty plains of Montana and the bumps of the Rockies.
She'll get out sometimes, to stretch her legs and gaze out across America. Her horizons will be so much broader, the throbbing pain in her head so much smaller. It will feel like she's expanded, diffused, become part of something enormous and complete.
She'll only drive once. It will be enough.
